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From Create Your Own Story

"I'll make something for you to climb up here."

"Do you see anything?"

You finish tying your remaining leggings together around the railing and spill it over the side of the hole. All it does is reach the edge of the hole. Nothing further. Wes laughs.

You blush. "Well, excuse me for trying!"

Wes holds up a hand. "Okay, fine, I mean... I just..." He sighs. "Look, the railing is what got me down here. I don't think it'll hold."

"What should I do even if I had a rope, then, Mr Physics?"

Wes creates a grandious scientist pose of putting his hand on his head in thought. "How about you put the crowbar along multiple rungs of the railing, then tie the leggings to the center of them, first. Then, it'll put weight on more of the rail instead of just one area."

You realize it is a decent idea, and take out the crowbar. It fits across four of the rungs, and you tie it to the middle. Of course, now, the rope is farther away. "Well, what now?" You ask and move back, only to see Wes only in his swimming trunks. He throws his pants to you.

"See if that helps."

You tie it to the leggings, stealing one last look at him in only those shorts. You drape it over the edge - it is almost long enough.

"You didn't tie it wrong, did you? Like in a way that wastes fabric?"

"Of course not." You snap and look at the rope. Spending all this time on it, you need to make it work, but it is not quite long enough. "Hold on."

You take the leggings off the crowbar. With two straps on your tanktop, you figure you can string that through the crowbar and tie the leggings to the end - that would easily give plenty more slack - more than enough for Wes. Still, taking off your top now leaves you in boots and panties. You think of when he will make it over the edge and see you, but decide that has to come later. "Come on up!"

Your extended rope is pulled, and the railing slightly creaks. You can hear crackling, but still, Wes' sounds come closer. You put your arms over thoroughly over your chest and turn away from him in wait. You hear the rope continue to creak more, and then, you hear a snap. You look back to the railing, seeing the crowbar go flying toward the hole. "No!" You say, then step to the hole fully, only to see Wes half way righted. Only his leg is on the other side. In his hand he is holding the remains of the rope he grabbed as the crowbar fell, clattering to the ground.

He looks to you, only in small bikini cut panties, covering yourself. "Uh. You... I didn't know." In his hand is the ripped tank top.

In your haste of turning only one arm covers your chest, and it does so rather fully, but still, it is incredibly exposed. "Stop staring!" You yell and snatch the tank top from him. He turn away as you put it on. It is definitely ripped, and at that, stretched. You look in horror - the rip is almost as high as where the arm holes went, which means there barely is any fabric wrapped around you - just a seam and a little more, showing off your underboob. The straps themselves are thinner now, a little frayed from the pulling. It wraps around your back, but your back itself is nearly all uncovered. It amounts to two straps over the center of your chest, not three or four inches wide, that constantly have to be adjusted back because if it goes actually far enough down that the bottom of the seam covers your underboob, the straps become incredibly thin over your nipples. All of your cleavage is constantly exposed, small as it is, and the sides of your breast. It is two straps connected to one horizontal strap - practically nothing.

Worse yet, there is nothing Wes can give you, and nothing else you can cover yourself with. Your small panties cover just your crotch, slightly hugging your cheeks. They are even still wet, and you give them a little pull to make sure they do not outline anything you don't want them to. You realize as you do that then the back end slightly goes low enough to expose the top of your crack- just the very top. You try and pull it up, but then you have cameltoe. You decide to have the low back instead, and force Wes to take the lead from here on.

"Just don't look at me." You say.

WIP

Status
Wearing	Loose tiny tank top, boots, Wet bikini-style panties
Mood	Definitely Embarrassed
Inventory	knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, 2 planks, pepperspray